Verse 1) The summer sun beat down outside, almost drowning out the happy people’s sounds. The dry heat off the concrete street was palpable, and I couldn’t help but pray that I never had to run and hide, because danger lurked everywhere in this jungle where wild beasts couldn’t be beaten. Then, a foreign whip rolled past, windows down a crack, tinted to hide their faces. I knew right then that this wasn’t no joke. My heartbeat started pumping too fast, and every single look on their faces wasn’t friendly. I heard the first pop! make a young homie choke. Everyone dropped low, scrambling for the floor. Panic filled the air, and I could hear the yelling and screaming. They kept firing, as if they wanted more. Another hot day crushed us, leaving us with broken dreams.
